The 'Neural Synaptic Cocooning Syndrome' that Luca asked about was precisely the illness his mother, Gina, was suffering from.
Now that he had Baymax, a robot with more advanced medical data, he naturally wanted to find a way to cure her.
This was not only to save the company or for his future development and other such self-serving interests.
It was also for the mother who had loved, cared for, and looked after the original owner since childhood.
It was for Gina, who, even in the moment before she fell unconscious when facing a crisis, still worried about and protected him, a 'stranger'.
Luca looked at Baymax with complex emotions.
Fortunately.
After quickly searching the database in the chip, Baymax immediately gave an answer.
"Neural Synaptic Cocooning Syndrome is caused by... (see Chapter 14)... patients will have their internal nerves enveloped by cocooned mutated proteins, depending on the intensity of the energy pulse they endure."
"It is recommended to use magnetic-driven nanorobots for targeted clearance surgery, which can quickly excise and destroy the cocooned protein layer, allowing the patient's neural signals to recover."
Luca, who had only listened to the first half, had just relaxed his brows, but as soon as Baymax stopped speaking, his brows immediately furrowed again.
"Magnetic-driven nanorobots? Baymax, do you have this kind of treatment method?"
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"I possess the relevant operational skills when I have a nanotherapy pod or nanorobot medicine combined with a targeted magnetic navigation system."
Luca's face instantly darkened upon hearing this.
He didn't even need to think about it; these things must be medical instruments that only existed in the World where Baymax came from.
In the current World he was in, perhaps only the 'Regeneration Cradle' that would create Vision in the future might be somewhat related.
However, that thing also seemed more inclined to repair external injuries through nanotechnology, and it was still unknown whether it could achieve the effect Baymax spoke of.
Still somewhat unwilling to give up, Luca continued to ask.
"Does your database contain the manufacturing data for these two instruments?"
"Aside from Baymax's own manufacturing process, no information related to medical instrument manufacturing was found in the database."
Luca shook his head helplessly upon hearing this.
However, the fact that Baymax's database contained its own manufacturing process was good news.
At least Luca might actually be able to replicate similar products using this data later.
It's just that this basic version of Baymax was actually quite inferior in terms of technological capability compared to the battle-type Baymax upgraded by Hiro Hamada.
The battle-type Baymax's unscientific flight control system, jet propulsion device, scanning enhancer, and a series of other equipment could be described as black technology.
The regular version of Baymax only had a high-energy storage lithium battery, a high-output flexible mechanical skeleton, a wide-range precise scanner, an evolvable intelligent AI with an emotional module, and over ten thousand types of advanced medical data...
'Uh, it seems the regular version of Baymax is already quite outrageous!'
Just as Luca's thoughts were drifting.
Perhaps sensing his disappointment, Baymax tilted its head and surprisingly spoke again.
"If treatment instruments are not available, targeted protein-devouring drugs can be chosen for auxiliary treatment. Continuous use can slowly clear the cocooned protein, and the recovery time depends on the patient's condition."
Luca was initially delighted upon hearing this, but after thinking about Baymax's previous answer, his expression immediately changed, and he asked with some uncertainty.
"Can you produce this targeted drug?"
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"Related targeted drugs can be purchased at designated pharmacies."
As it spoke, the projection screen on Baymax's chest lit up again, quickly listing a long row of pharmacy names and addresses.
However, upon seeing that the first few pharmacies all started with 'Old San Fransokyo...', Luca's recently raised excitement immediately deflated again.
"...Can you say something useful?"
Who knew that as soon as these words left his mouth, the screen's display changed again.
What was displayed was precisely the name 'Targeted Drug for Neural Synaptic Cocooning Syndrome', followed by a long row of chemical bond explanations and the ratios of several other chemical components.
"This works too!!"
"Do you have the preparation process for this drug?!" Luca asked.
"No preparation process was found in the database."
Although Luca was somewhat regretful after hearing this answer, he did not lose heart.
With the drug's chemical structure and ratios, at least he had seen a glimmer of hope.
As long as there was a laboratory in a related field willing to cooperate with the research, there was a high probability of producing this drug.
In fact, with existing technology, it might not be impossible to produce similar drugs.
It's just that, firstly, this disease was very rare before, and without sufficient demand, those mature large laboratories would not actively research such specialized drugs.
Now that there was a clear direction, both the difficulty and the production process would be greatly simplified. As long as sufficient funds were invested, successful production would not be too complicated.
After all, Luca didn't want to industrialize the mass production of this drug to generate profit from sales.
If it was just laboratory preparation, it was merely a matter of cost.
"Thank you, Baymax!"
Luca, whose emotions had been repeatedly stirred by this White chubby guy, now relaxed and unhesitatingly stepped forward to hug its soft body.
'Hmm, it really is like a marshmallow.'
Seeing himself being hugged, Baymax instinctively wrapped its arms around him, completely enveloping Luca in its elastic body.
"Detecting that your neurotransmitter levels are steadily rising, and hormone secretion is stabilizing. Anxiety symptoms are judged to be relieved."
Luca was slightly stunned upon hearing Baymax's voice announcement.
Only then did he recall that Baymax seemed to have 'diagnosed' him with mild anxiety symptoms earlier.
However, Luca then just smiled nonchalantly.
Even though he considered himself to have a slightly better mindset and tolerance than the average person.
But with the transmigration, the battles, and the crises of Orange Company and his personal safety, all these troubles accumulating together, it was only mild anxiety.
After hugging Baymax tightly again, Luca gently pulled away and smiled at Baymax.
"At a time like this, don't say anything as disheartening as a diagnostic result~"
"This has been recorded in the care matrix. Treatment confirmed complete. If you wish for me to enter sleep mode, you need to say 'I am satisfied with your service'."
Looking at this big guy's rigid demeanor, Luca smiled helplessly and shook his head.
'It seems that the dialogue and emotional modules will need a lot of training later.'
Thinking about these things, Luca simply chose not to utter the 'sleep phrase' but instead let Baymax remain in its current activated state to accompany him.
"I will always be by your side."
Baymax, having received the instruction, stood still, unmoving, as if in its perception, this was considered companionship.
'Indeed, its behavior pattern is still a bit rigid.'
'Hmm, this activation and deactivation command also needs to be slightly adjusted.'
'But I still need to see how complex Baymax's core program is; if it's too difficult, it won't be easy to modify.'